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Catthaera in Poetry & Free Verse

Void

The air is silent and unwavering, while a buzz substitutes its normal liquid movements around all of the material entities that are tossed about the yard. It’s our HVAC unit reminding us we have finally received the so-longed for heat of summer.

In the farthest corners of my vision, this little man stalks his prey. His movements are calculated, shoulder blades tucked in and low to the ground making a visual slow rumble with each step, articulated and soft. He snatches a small bug, chomping through the intermittently shining life that symbolized dusk.

He has made his way through another long day of hunt and play, and now it is time to rest. His slender body lays flat against the still dew ridden ground. Weeks of rainy spring time unrest soaked through the shallowest layers of the earth, helping cool his belly from this long awaited sun.

His fur is as black as the void, but in the summer light you can see the tawny undertones, representing his many ancestors of perfect predators before him. He revels, proud of his simple accomplishments of the day, and for a moment, I too find myself able to kick back and appreciate the similar opportunities that can be so easily taken for granted.

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$1,000 Haiku Challenge
Write a haiku about anything. And we mean anything. Winner will be decided by likes. Give us your best, or favorite, 5-7-5 syllable opus to cover rent, or make a dream date. Lift us, drop us, make us laugh, cry, marvel, be inspired...you get it. Oh, and refer someone new to Prose. to participate in this challenge with you and get a $1 credit. May the best piece win. And...GO!
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Magic2020

Forgetting My Father.

Your laugh fills the air.

And then it dies on the wind.

Your image slips my mind.

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ElIia

The Last Wave

The ocean recedes

Breathe in deeply

Retract the knife

and something commences

Before the crimson is a moment of silence

The skin still clean, the water still blue

The blade the only evidence

This feat falters for just a second

As the heart grips tight

To what? It doesn’t know anymore

So it slowly loses might

And the moment ends

The feat resuming

The blood rushing

Like the ocean’s release

Like a final exhale

and only you witness this

Only you stand on this beach

Cover image for post Unrequited Love, by rawestinspo
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rawestinspo in Poetry & Free Verse

Unrequited Love

I was on top of the world,

and I didn’t expect to fall

when you let me down gently.

I ride my grief and relief

like a tidal wave,

fighting to keep

myself from sinking.

I wonder where you put those kind words I gave to you?

Maybe they rolled off your walls,

or maybe they slipped through the cracks in your heart.

Where do lost words go,

where nothing ever sticks?

I’m ready to let go,

not of you, but of myself,

of a heart too heavy for this body.

I stand at the edge of us,

clawing you out of me.

I bottle you up and keep you in glass,

and call it setting both of us free.

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sushishi in Poetry & Free Verse

If I was a river

If i was a suicide note

Youd be the pen

If i was a last text

Youd hit the send

If i was skinnier maybe youd see me then

If i was a river

You'd be a dam

Id flow right over into your hands

Why is it true youre all i want again

If i was a shadow

youd be the light

If i went to heaven

Youd be the flight

If i turned my back, im sure youd have the knife

You might see me

But you dont need me

Feed me

Like youre the air that i breathe

I wanna love you,

but idk how to

Found you

But youre not the you that i know

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Catthaera in Poetry & Free Verse

To Adam

I owe it to myself

and to you, I guess, in a far more impermanent form than I

to rejoice your life where death now deputizes

remembering a cascading smile and an unapologetic laugh,

an unapologetic look, warmth in a friendly embrace, that welcomed my adolescence.

your form so honest and genuine, accepting of all things weary, tattered, perfect and imperfect, dismantled by the hand of man

no longer here

and where am I to you?